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"She'll like that but yes, she'll like that: and if he succeeds she'll think he's great. Well, she'd be right. He'll beat Barouche. He's young and brave, careless and daring. Now where am I in this fight? I belong to Barouche's party and my vote ought to go for him." For some minutes he sat in profound thought. What part should he play?
Nevertheless, he's walking into an abyss." Carnac was near enough now for the confidence in his face to be seen. Barouche's eyes suddenly grew resentful. Sometimes he had a feeling of deep affection for his young challenger; sometimes there was a storm of anger in his bosom, a hatred which can be felt only for a member of one's own family. Resentment showed in his face now.
They were mostly Barouche's men, but they were emotional, and melodrama had stirred their feelings. Besides, like the Irish, they had a love of feminine nature, and in all the river-coves Junia was known by sight at least, and was admired. She had the freshness of face and mind which is the heart of success with the habitants.
Carnac would say to himself: "Why, that's what I'd have done that's what I'd have said, if I had his policy." More than once, in some inspired moment of the speech, he caught his mother's hand, and he did not notice that her hand trembled. But as for one of Barouche's chapter of policy Carnac almost sprang to his feet in protest when Barouche declared it.
Nevertheless, he's walking into an abyss." Carnac was near enough now for the confidence in his face to be seen. Barouche's eyes suddenly grew resentful. Sometimes he had a feeling of deep affection for his young challenger; sometimes there was a storm of anger in his bosom, a hatred which can be felt only for a member of one's own family. Resentment showed in his face now.
For her a long twenty-seven years rolled back to the day when she was a young neglected wife, full of life's vitalities, out on a junction of the river and the wild woods, with Barode Barouche's fishing-camp near by. She shivered now as she thought of it. It was all so strange, and heart-breaking. For long years she had paid the price of her mistake.
But there's one nice thing about you: you're going to help Carnac to beat Barode Barouche. You've made a gallant offer. If you'd gone against him, if you'd played Barouche's game, I " The indignation which came to her face suddenly fled, and she said: "Honestly, I'd never speak to you again, and I always keep my word. Carnac'll see it through. He's a man of mark, Mr.
With Barouche's death to Carnac it was as though he himself had put aside for ever the armour of war, for Barouche was the only man in the world who had ever tempted him to fight, or whom he had fought. There was one thing he must do: he must go to Junia, tell her he loved her, and ask her to be his wife.
He's beaten as sure as the sun shines." Junia was tempted to say what was in her mind, but her sister Sibyl, who resented Barouche's patronage, said: "There's an old adage about the slip 'twixt the cup and the lip, Monsieur Barouche. He's young, and he's got a better policy than yours." "And he's unmarried, eh!" Barouche remarked. "He's unmarried, and I suppose that matters!"
"Has he ever lived with you for a single day?" "What difference would that make? I have the marriage certificate here." She touched her bosom. "I'd have thought you were Barode Barouche's wife by the way you act. Isn't it a wife's duty to help her husband Shouldn't you be fighting against Barode Barouche?" "I mean to be recognized as Carnac Grier's wife that's why I'm here."
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